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SF Drabble #344 “Friktik On A Thousand Credits A Day”

“Where’s the guide? What was his name… Squifth? He was supposed to be here by second tenth.”

An alien multitude streamed past within the boundaries of brightly colored pairs of lines he had come to think of as the ‘sidewalk’, while vehicles of all sorts whizzed by only scant meters overhead. He didn’t want to think about what would happen if one of them lost power; the pedestrians didn’t seem to consider it a possibility.